This land is full of wonders. Magic flows through this place like rivers of possibility, the spirits dance around everything, with more vibrancy than I have even seen on Abbinah. Armadyl is right to be concerned with this place: if someone were to seize control of the power here, they could tear the planet apart.
We are not the first to reach these deeper regions, either. There are structures, both hidden and overt, of designs that we’ve only seen previously in legends. They are not of human, mahjarrat or any other recognisable design, save for those whispered of in hidden corners of other worlds.
The difference here is that these are no mere ruins. Someone lives here and they are watching us. My squadron is tired, the magic here makes our heads spin, and the higher we fly, the sicker we get. It’s as if someone has put a curse on the clouds, and each time we breathe them in, we get weaker.
We’ve already lost several of our number and been forced to bury them in this strange soil. Perhaps the magic of this place will return them to us? One can dream.